Discovered there is no fidelity, among men & women & animals of this being. Merely a dream
of the rood or serpent
feathers. What was promised falls into a velvet sack of this, that; kept in a garment of its
respective drawer. What dogs
learn by sniffing. Paper crumbles, water backwards flows, buzzards roost in what's left behind,
Sunday's parks are peopled. Tuesday there's a line at the post office, a Q. Traffic pools
at lights. Off and on,
gulls land ashore. Licorice never goes bad, except uneaten. Doll with a broken back rests
with its eyes closed.
The cemetery is walled because they don't need to see the picture show. Burning leaves,
bridge in relief. Air gets to leave the house when windows are finally broken.